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“Come here,” Fist demands.
I swagger to him, and he picks me up and throws me onto the bed, climbing on after me. He doesn’t say anything before his hands cup my face, and he kisses me. His tongue teases mine, crushing and taking what he wants. I squirm in his arms, and he tangles one hand in my hair, finally breaking the kiss by pulling my head back. Heat flares in my cheeks as I stare at him, trying to catch my breath.
He smirks and releases me, moving back just a bit. A quick assessment of my now-disheveled appearance makes his smirk grow, and he nods. I blush even more, already wanting him inside of me.
“That’s my sweetness,” he says, running his fingertips along my jaw. “My wife. It doesn’t matter what happened before. All that matters now is you’re mine, and I’m yours. Understand?”
I nod, a shiver of sweet release washing over me.
“Good girl.” His hands drift up, and he grasps a breast, teasing my hardened nipple with his thumb. He leans forward and nips my earlobe, his hot breath tickling my neck. Then he whispers, “I’m going to enjoy fucking you.”
His cock is already hard and jutting out proudly. I can’t resist taking it into my hands.
He smacks my hand. “No. Stand up.”
I raise my chin and refuse with a pout of my lips. Fist smiles and reaches down, grabbing a handful of my hair and bringing me to my feet as I whimper.
He holds me to him, his cock pressing against my abdomen. He pulls my hair, forcing my head back and exposing my neck. He bites down and then sucks where he’d bitten, leaving me with a dark red mark that will be hard to cover up in the morning.
Me squirming against him has him breathing hard, and he pushes me back onto the bed. Any gentleness disappears with his hunger. His cock presses against my pussy, and I grow wet.
He begins kneading my breasts, pressing his face between them before kissing one, then the other.
“I love your breasts, sweetness,” he says, his voice a deep rumble that barely forms the words.
And I barely hear them, the sensation of his hands on me making me pant. I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from begging him for more. More what, I don’t know, but I want everything he can give me.
Fist pinches one nipple, drawing a whimper from me as he begins to suck on the other nipple. I buck up against his cock, inviting him to move inside me, but he presses his weight harder down on me to keep his cock firmly on my pussy.
He begins rocking on top of me, his cock pressing down further between my pussy lips with each stroke. I reach and grab his hips, urging him for more, and he grabs my wrists, forcing them down on the bed. No matter how I move or pull, I can’t get free of his grip.
Chuckling, he looks down at me. I move my hips, pouting, and he smiles. “Say it.”
I whimper.
“Say it, sweetness.” Our eyes lock, and he rubs the tip of his cock against my clit.
The beginnings of an orgasm curl from my clit to deep inside my pussy, and I fall back onto the bed. I dig my fingers into the sheet, losing every thought that had been in my mind.
“Please,” I saw, drawing the single word out into a long moan.
He answers with a growl, releasing my wrists as he moves down my body. He kneels down at the end of the bed and pushes my legs apart, splaying his hands on my abdomen. He presses down with a single finger, keeping one fingertip just inside my pussy lips. As his fingertip passes over my aching clit, I jump and gasp. He presses his finger deeper and then uses another finger as well to press inside me. I clench all my muscles, moaning and moving against his fingers.
“You’re ready for me.”
“I am, I am,” I say. “I am.” I tug on his shoulders, urging him upward. “Please. I’m ready.”
He is more than ready, too, and done being gentle. He stands, bringing his erect cock into my full view before pressing into me. He easily sinks his cock deep inside of me.
I cry out as he withdraws and slams back into me. The world dims around me. I grip his shoulders, urging him to go faster.
The waves of pleasure build inside me. Everything washes away but that single desire to have more. More of him. More of his cock. More movement.
He needs no encouragement. His breath began to come in grunts. He sinks down, winding his fingers into my hair. The pain of each pull and tease adds to the building pool of my orgasm.
“So close,” I whisper. “So close.”
He begins to move harder.
